Although most of them had killed without mercy, using brutal methods to showcase their "power," decapitating, dismembering, and torturing in various ways, they were accustomed to treating others' lives as a form of entertainment and a way to establish dominance.
They weren't unaware of their own mortality. In fact, those in their line of work rarely lived past thirty. They were always prepared for death.
Yet now, they found themselves utterly incapable of facing or even disregarding death as they had once imagined. All they felt was terror, terror of the small Eastern girl before them, whose eyes held no emotion, who looked at them as if they were mere piles of rotting flesh.
Wu Xiang raised her hand. The person in the driver's seat in front "popped," dissolving into a bloody mist in the air. The fresh blood mist was inhaled by the person closest to him, the pungent smell of blood choking him and making him cough uncontrollably.
The others tensed, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. They stared intently at the girl before them, who seemed like a demoness from hell, their hearts nearly ceasing to beat. No one spoke, and the person who coughed only dared to do so softly twice.
"No, let go."
"Pop!"
Wu Xiang frowned and raised her hand again. The unconscious person in the car flew towards her. She held the person in her arms, casting a cold glance. A woman inside the car raised a gun.
"Pop!"
No one knew who she intended to aim at, perhaps not even herself. Her body dissolved into a cloud of bloody mist.
"Oh! No!"
"Pop!"
Another person turned into a bloody mist.
The remaining survivors' faces were ashen, their hearts had stopped beating, and their eyes bulged with blood.
Wu Xiang, holding the person, turned and flew away. The car, suspended tens of meters in the air, rapidly plummeted. The friction of the air and the impact of the fall caused the car to ignite as soon as it landed.
The stunned people in the car had no time to escape before the explosion. The shells on their car followed, a series of explosions, raging fires, leaving no trace of any demons or monsters.
Wu Xiang, holding the person, slowly descended back to the ground. She channeled spiritual energy into the body of the person in her arms. The woman with a beautiful face slowly opened her eyes, looking at her with a hint of confusion.
Wasn't she... captured?
"You, cough, who are you?"
"Your savior."
Rong Jin stared at her face, finding it somewhat familiar. She whispered, "Um, thank you, can you let me down?"
Wu Xiang looked at her fair legs and delicate feet. "Are you sure?"
Rong Jin then noticed her inappropriate attire and bare feet. The ground around them was dirty and hot. She hesitated, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Wu Xiang carried her and walked forward.
Not far away, Old Jin had woken everyone up. After a simple bandaging of their wounds, they walked towards the two of them.
"Little girl." Old Jin bared his teeth. "We are ability users from the Lin Cheng base. We were out investigating a case of human trafficking from the base. Thank you for your help today. We heard you're also from Lin Cheng base. Do you want to come back with us?"
"Where is this?"
Sang Jue replied, "Northern Myanmar."
Not familiar. Wu Xiang looked around. No matter how far she looked, all she saw were dilapidated buildings or yellow sand. She had never experienced such a post-apocalyptic world before. It was clear everything was... quite ruined.
Thinking of today's experience, Wu Xiang silently thought, "Serves them right."
"Okay."
Sang Jue breathed a sigh of relief. They walked back a distance and then encountered the group from before.
The people in the car saw Wu Xiang holding someone and immediately understood that their companions were finished. They stepped on the accelerator and charged towards them.
Before they could hit anyone, the car was as if blown away by a gust of wind, uncontrollably falling off the roadside embankment, crashing heavily onto the ground tens of meters below. The people inside were also silenced.
Someone in the distance attempted to take a potshot at them. Before they could fire, the person was crushed by something weighing millions of tons, letting out a miserable cry. Their entire body was pressed into a pulp like pork under a hydraulic press.
"You!" Old Jin was astonished. "What kind of ability is that?"
Wu Xiang did not respond. As she walked, those who tried to ambush them uncontrollably exploded into bloody mist or were crushed into meat paste. Bloody mists burst one after another, looking exceptionally tragic and terrifying. The person in her arms buried their head in her chest, not daring to look.
Only when those people had either fled or died did she slowly lift her head.
"Afraid?"
"Still, okay." She tried to relax. "I know these people captured me. They are all bad people."
Rong Jin only looked a bit more well-behaved at this moment. If she had her memories and abilities, her methods of dealing with these people would not have been any kinder than Wu Xiang's.
"Mhm, they are all bad people."
The two of them chatted amongst themselves while the others ran off to find cars. There weren't many good people here. Some, with guilty consciences, immediately ran when they saw them approaching.
They hadn't run far before their bodies "popped," turning into a cloud of blood mist that scattered with the wind.
The others were stunned and didn't dare to ask. They found two cars and returned. Wu Xiang, holding the person, got into the back seat of one.
Old Jin and Sang Jue took the front seats. The others had to take the other car.
"May I ask your honorable surname and given name?"
"Wu Xiang."
"Wu Xiang?" Old Jin was puzzled. "What kind of name is that? Like that 'Jin Li', strange and peculiar."
Wu Xiang heard the name and found it somewhat familiar. "Jin Li?"
"Mhm, she's from our base..."
"A person's name," Sang Jue interrupted in time.
"Jin Li You An Quan Qu Fu, Yong Ci Chang Sheng Mian Chen Lun." It's the name of that sword.
Old Jin was shocked. "How did you know?"
"The owner of that sword, is it Chong Yan?"
"You know Mr. Shen?" Sang Jue was also surprised.
"Shen Chong Yan?" Wu Xiang laughed. "You truly spare no effort for him."
"Little girl, you know Mr. Shen. What is your relationship with him?"
"Nothing." She decided not to answer and pulled the person beside her closer. "If you feel uncomfortable, sleep. Lean on me."
The beauty smiled shyly. "Thank you." Su Dan Novel Network.
Wu Xiang looked out the window. They soon returned to the club. Too many had died just now. People were coming and going now, holding guns. Most of them had Southeast Asian faces, with a portion of white and black people.
Seeing a vehicle approaching, those people instinctively aimed their guns at them.
The next moment, an invisible great hammer seemed to appear in the air, or perhaps the Earth's gravity suddenly intensified a thousandfold. All those people were slammed onto the ground by a colossal force, screams of agony and the crackling of bones echoing, flesh and blood flying. Some of their blood splattered on the car's windshield. The area instantly became a scene of carnage, everyone a bloody mess.
People running out of the buildings, before they could even ask what happened, were also slammed onto the ground. The crushing gravity pressed them into the earth, blood splashing everywhere, flesh and blood flying.
"Continue driving."
Sang Jue, helpless, drove the car forward.
"Did you do all this? Why did you kill them?"
"They weren't good people, so they couldn't be killed?"
This silenced him completely.
"Who exactly are you? You know Mr. Shen? Are you, like Jin Jin, from another world?"
"Jin?" She thought of them all using other people's bodies and found it unsurprising. "Sort of."